my luck is on

"It is true that Li Nanyang is cursive script, but before he became famous, what he learned was not cursive script, but official script. The official script pays attention to the strength of the back of the paper. Even if he changed to cursive script later, the habit of penetrating the back of the paper has not been changed. Every time he writes cursive script, his wrist The strength of the pen on the paper will penetrate several sheets of straw paper!"

After all, the middle-aged man surnamed Lin said sharply: "See for yourself, how many sheets of paper can be penetrated by this cursive script in your hand!"

Hearing this, several experts who knew cursive script ran over, and they all gasped.

Just like what the middle-aged man surnamed Lin said, although the cursive script is written like a snake, the handwriting on it is very light, and it is absolutely impossible to be written by Li Nanyang.

The middle-aged man surnamed Lin said proudly: "I, Lin Guohan, appraise antiques. Although I am not as long as Mr. Shi, my eyes have never been wrong. On the contrary, it is you...huh!"

After finishing speaking, Lin Guohan walked back to his seat with his hands behind his back.

Lu Yang said puzzledly: "Boss Huang, why did he slap his face in public? Is there any grudge between them?"

"There is no grievance, it's just because of interests."

Huang Jianghe smiled wryly, and said, "Brother, you should have heard a saying that shopping malls are like battlefields, and colleagues are enemies."

Lu Yang suddenly realized and said, "Could it be that Lin Guohan also opened an auction house?"

"Not only him, but also several auction house owners at the venue."

Huang Jianghe whispered: "Brother, the Shijia Auction House is the largest auction house in Haizhou, and [-]% of the antique transactions have to go through their hands. You say such a big piece of fat, can others not be jealous?"

Lu Yang pursed his lips and said, "No wonder some people say that there is only naked hatred between colleagues."

"Brother, when you have been in business for a long time, this kind of thing will become commonplace." Huang Jianghe said nonchalantly, "This is a matter between their auction houses. We'd better not get involved."

On the stage, Shi Minglun's face flushed with anger, but he couldn't break out.

Shi Minglun has decades of experience in antique appraisal, and he never expected to capsize in the gutter today.

If Shi Minglun knew that the previous lot was also a fake, he would probably vomit blood on the spot.

It's unlucky to say that this batch of antiques was not purchased by Shi Minglun, but by several of his managers who bought them from antique merchants in other places.

Shi Minglun only picked one of the palm eyes, and because of old age and frailty, he did not observe as carefully as before.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and the Shijia Auction House lost all face.

Not to mention selling fakes in public, and being slapped in the face by colleagues, I am afraid it will be difficult to dominate the Haizhou auction market in the future...

All the guests who participated in the auction were famous people. These people don't care about money, they only care about their own face.

Selling fake products in front of this group of rich businessmen who value face more than their lives is tantamount to mocking them.

"Everyone, it's not the old man's intention to have a fake. I'll give everyone an explanation." Shi Minglun took two steps back, bowed to apologize to everyone, got up and grabbed both ends of the fake, ready to tear it up.

"Wait a moment!"

Suddenly, a young man raised his hand to stop Shi Minglun.

Everyone didn't know this young man, and they all speculated about the identity of the other party.

"Young man, what's the matter?" Shi Minglun asked bitterly.

"Old man, is this copybook still for sale?"

It was none other than Lu Yang who stood up.

Lu Yang was so surprised that he wanted to buy the copybook.

"It's really strange that things happen every year, especially this year. It's strange enough that the Shi family sells fake products, but there are still two idiots who want to buy them."

"Who's to say it's not? He bought it even though he knew it was a fake. I think this kid probably has a mental illness."

"What do you know? Maybe this kid was invited by the Shi family to support them on purpose."

Everyone pointed the finger of ridicule at Lu Yang, and among them, Xu Chaoyang called out the most.

Just now Xu Chaoyang was afraid of being noticed by Lu Yang, so he wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide.

Seeing that Lu Yang was going to take pictures of fake copybooks, he started to stand up and make trouble again.

Lu Yang turned his head and gave Xu Chaoyang a blank look, and said flatly, "Mr., let's make a price."

"Young man, do you really want to buy it?" Shi Minglun knew that Lu Yang was not hired by his family, so he didn't understand why he bought this fake copybook.

Lu Yang smiled and said, "If the price is reasonable, I can pay now."

Others laughed at Lu Yang for having a hole in his head, why didn't Lu Yang laugh at them for being blind.

The copybook was fake, but it wasn't true. Only Lu Yang knew it was true.

Why did he say that, because Lu Yang saw the auspicious energy surrounding the copybook through the qi-watching technique.

This kind of luck is very strong, belonging to the seventh blue color among the nine kinds of luck.

If expressed in numbers, the Luck value must be at least 100!

Lin Guohan kept claiming that the copybook was fake, and Lu Yang thought his identification was correct, but since the copybook had luck, it could only explain one problem, there was something hidden in the copybook!
The rule of the auction is that someone pays, and the seller must sell.

Shi Minglun couldn't lose face and lost his brand, so he had no choice but to agree to Lu Yang, offering an extremely low price.

Hearing that Shi Minglun offered a price of 1 yuan, everyone became more certain that Lu Yang was his trustee.

Without even thinking about it, Lu Yang took out his bank card and said with a smile, "Mr., you won't go back on your word, will you?"

"Never regret it."

Shi Minglun thought that Lu Yang was laughing at him, so he picked up the auction hammer and re-patted it three times, signaling the staff to hand over the money to Lu Yang.

A few minutes later, Lu Yang paid 1 yuan to buy the mysterious font.

"Brother Lu is still young and energetic. Before buying something, he doesn't think about it at all..."

Huang Jianghe complained that Lu Yang was young and aggressive, and recklessly offended Lin Guohan.

It doesn't matter whether the copybook is real or not, and it doesn't matter how much it's worth. The important thing is that this matter involves a dispute between Shijia Auction House and Lin Guohan.

Lu Yang made a move to buy the stickers, which was tantamount to challenging Lin Guohan.

Sure enough, Lin Guohan's face was livid, and he stared at Lu Yang gloomyly.

As I said before, the Shijia Auction House controls [-]% of Haizhou's auction share, and the Lin family owns the rest.

Lin Guohan finally found a chance to turn things around, and never thought that Lu Yang would appear halfway.

Lu Yang looked at the copybook in his hand with a smile all over his face, and he was very excited.

Just now, Lu Yang touched the copybook and discovered the secret.

The appearance of the copybook is fake, but the core is real, and it is the real thing among the real ones!
Looking at the beaming Lu Yang, Huang Jianghe said with a heavy heart, "Brother Lu, are you alright?"

"Boss Huang, I have something to do, but it's a good thing." Lu Yang said mysteriously, "This is not a place to talk. After the auction is over, I'll tell you everything."

"Lu Yang, enough is enough, stop acting here!"

Xu Chaoyang, who had been silent for a long time, stood up abruptly, mocking Lu Yang as a nonsense liar as best he could.